Oooh yes we will.

We will talk about it.


Ring me.

I need to know your ok.

And if your not I would-very-much-like-it-if-you-would-talk-to-me-about-it. Please.



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Rickmansworth.

Why is that funny?

I have always thought that the sign to Rickmansworth on the M25 is funny. However long the journey is, and however long the hold ups are (its the M25) when I see the sign I snigger.


There is no rhyme or reason for it.

It just is.



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Sleepy Cat.

I am at the moment researching an essay that I have to write.
Sitting at my dinning table, surrounded by books all open at the pages that I need them to be open at, ready for the first discussion I shall have within the topic I have to write about.

I looked up from my books a short time ago, wondering if it was time for a coffee yet. I look over at Mima, who was asleep on the window sill, asleep in the sun. I had moved her from my books, where she prefers to sleep, to the window sill where the sun was, she sleepily purred and went off to sleep again.

I think she had forgotten I had moved her, because she turned over.
There's not much room on a window sill.
And Mima has regained her former voluptuousness.
She fell off.
It was very funny!!

She just lay there.
In a heap.
Purred.
And went back to sleep again.


I walked out of the room to put the kettle on, shaking my head and giggling.



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The Apprentice.

I love Sir Alan.

Watching The Apprentice is something that I look forward to weekly. To see who does what, and who is hopeless at it, and who eventually gets fired.

I have watched all three series. I disagreed with Sir Alan about who he appointed in the first series, (I wanted the 'posh bloke' to win) and loved the runner up in the second, but agreed that she would drive me crazy if I had to work with her.

~One of the things I love the best about Sir Alan is that he is completely un-p.c. He knows what he wants and gives it to you in English. Plain English. No reading between the lines. No 'interpreting'. Just says-it-how-he-means-it.

And to have the final word of "your fired" (with the pointy finger) must be the best feeling. I think the taster of power I got when I had all that stuff with Twat Face has gone to my head. I want (hear whiney voice) to be the owner of a multi-million pound company and have people go on 12 week interviews. And then to dismiss them with a pointy finger and a 'your fired'!!!



Probably a good thing thing it will never happen. The dog wont do as I ask her....


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Bound and Delivered.

I handed my 10,000 words in today.

All of them.

Bound into something vaguely resembling a book. ..that had my name on.



It felt good.


GRIN


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Manners Makeith the Man

ooooo I can feel a rant coming on!!

...why is it that when your driving and you let a car pull out. or stop to let a car go past when there is only room for one, do they not thank you?????

I dont understand.
Its common courtesy.
To thank someone for doing something for you.

Why dont drivers do it anymore???? I'm sure they used to, why has it stopped?

Is it just another sign of our society of 'looking out for number one, sod everyone else?' It must be this, which is terribly sad. With no-one looking out for anyone else community spirit goes and unless your lucky and everything goes well for you, you a bit stuck without someone 'watching your back'.

I get really cross about it, and thank the person who I consider should have thanked me in a hugely exaggerated fashion. Sometimes it works, sometimes I dont think they even see me.

I think I am old fashioned. I think thanking people is good manners. And I think manners are important.

(rant over...for today anyway!)


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Puppies!

Its been an animaly week.

Mumbly's dog, a chocolate lab has had puppies!! We had a family sweep stake about how many she would have, with guesses from 2 to 9. (last time she had 5)

One of us was right. She had 2. ..... hopeless!! really hopeless...labs are meant to pop out loads of puppies, and she had 2!!!

They are huge! And cute and they smell lovely and make little puppy noises.... but 2!!

Mumbly isnt going to make her fortune with dog breeding is she??


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My Boy....killer pony.

My Boy, the pony at my mums who I love is going back to school. He needs to learn more so that we can sell him to a child who will love him like I do. (But be able to ride him!)

So on Monday I got him out of the field and walked him up and down the road as one of the things he is not sure about is traffic. That done without too much trouble I went back to the yard to brush and love him.

I tied him up and having brushed him and pick out his feet, Mumbly and I tried to spray him with fly spray to protect him from the nibbling and biting that pony's hate.

He didnt like it. Really didnt like it. He reared up and backed off fast, breaking the string that attached him from the rope on his headcollar to the stable wall. Somehow my head and his collided.

It hurt. Mumbly sat me down fast and I contimplated being sick for quite a while. An egg on my forehead grew until the rest of my forhead was a slightly greeny colour as the skin streached.
Still thinking about being sick and holding my head while my vision blured and black bits floated enticingly in my field of vision I stayed sitting down while repeatedly telling Mumbly that I "was fine!"

An hour on the sofa with a bag of frozen peas on my head helped alot. I wasnt nearly as dizzy as didnt feel as sick.
Now a couple of days later to be honest it still hurts. And I am a bit gutted that there isnt an enormous bruise...there really should be!!

So, after My Boy breaking my glasses, and trying to give me a head injury, and always standing on my feet (just for a laugh) do I not do anything with him, and leave all the learning he has to do to Mumbly? (who obviously knows an enormous amount more than I do) Or do I carry on?

I am carrying on! I want to give a child the most fantastic pony. I want to be part of the process that means that that happens. And I love him so much that watching Mumbly do it will make me feel all odd.
I might wear protective clothing though!!


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Oh for goodness sake!

I am writting my dissertation. Once that has been finished I have some other essays to write, but it does start the beginging of the end of my life as a student.

10,000 words is what they want. To be handed in in about a week.

10,000 words!!!!! I am writting (or perhaps theorising would be a better word) these words about "Nature vs Nurture, does biology alone explain criminality? "

And you know what?...I could do this in sooooo many less words than is required.

...its both....not one or the other exclusively....can I stop and have a glass of wine now?

there done!!!

...unfortunately that wont do...so I am going through the process of reading/typing/referancing and boring myself to death with the whole thing. I have only got the conclusion to go...when I say its both things, not exclusively one or the other.... if you hear loud cheering coming from the general direction of my house you'll know when I have finished it!!


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Big Birthday.

Last week was Mumbly's Birthday. A Big Birthday.

She had had several ideas about what to do for a celebration, which had been cancelled and re-enstated quite often because of health concerns with Grampy John. But with him not trying to die any more (terribly sensible of him!) it was all systems go.

She is not one to be the centre of attention. The ideal for her is to be part of it, but not with the spot light shinning in her eyes. (and we're related?????) So she decided that what she would really want is for as many as were able to meet up at the point to point and have a fantastic afternoon, (with a picnic eaten in true point to point style, out of her boot) and then, again, as many as wanted to, go back to the house for supper.

It was a lovely lovely day.

Mumbly's friends are great! Laid back, funny, good honest people. Family members and her friends made the day wonderful.

At the point to point there were a few who hadnt experianced the whole 'betting-and -then-cheering' thing. It was a delight to watch! (oh and I won a serious amount of money!! grin)

Back at the house later on there were some of the same people who had been with us during the day, and some new faces. All lovely people.

Mumbly had cooked food that everyone liked and she was congratulated for it. Small groups of people collected and chatted easily and then moved on to different groups to catch up on news from people they had known for ever, but might not have seen recently.


All she wanted for her birthday was two photos. bless her...thats all she wanted.
~One of her three children, and one of us three, twins wife, Grampy John and Small.

We had sorted this out a couple of weeks ago. We met at her house, dressed in ordinary clothers (very important for Mumbly that it wasnt a dressy affair) and took photos. For me the most perfect photo of Me Twin and Hugh was one sitting on the window sill of the sitting room. Grinning our heads off because Twins Wife ...and Twin... were pregnant.

She was delighted with them. Kept looking and then re-looking~with a huge beaming smile.

We have already arranged that when the newest family member makes an apperiance, sometime in early August, that we will have another family picture....with all of us in it. (which made Mumbly slightly tearful!)

Happy Birthday Mumbly..... xxx


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